Greece brings evildoers

A few days later, on a verdant island.

The bright sunshine sprinkled on the beach, exuding warmth; the moist sea breeze blew through the woods, bringing fresh air.

A figure under the shade of the tree yawned as if waking up from a dream, stretched his limbs lazily, and then changed his posture, ready to continue enjoying the wonderful time on the sunny beach.

However, the softness and delicacy of the hand made him shudder, and he subconsciously opened his eyes.

Suddenly, a "mat" with blond hair and blue eyes, a convex and concave shape, and a good sleep quality came into view.

Lorne's expression was slightly stiff. After trying to recall for a while, he had no impression of it, and could only look at the blond goddess under him with a little embarrassment.

"That..."

"Thetis, I saved you ashore."

The blond goddess seemed to know what the other party wanted to ask, and answered lightly, but the voice exuded a sense of resentment in the dark.

"So, can you get up now?"

"Oh, sorry."

Hearing the other party's faint reminder, Lorne came back to his senses, and quickly climbed up from the other party with a dry laugh, looking at the sea goddess quietly.

Thetis? So this is what she really looks like?

She is unexpectedly beautiful, no wonder Zeus, the old pervert, is thinking about her.

The man under the shade of the tree admired the beauty of the sea goddess in front of him, and a subtle feeling rose in his heart.

It's really an unavoidable fate...

In fact, there is a second half of the long heroic epic "Iliad" about the confrontation between Lykurgos, the king of Thracian, and Dionysus, the god of wine.

"Because he fought against the gods, he once drove the crazy nurse of Dionysus off the sacred Mount Nisa. They were beaten to death by the murderous Lycurgus with a goad, and escaped into the waves. Thetis took him into her arms, and the roar of mortals still made him tremble." In short, under the intimidation of Lycurgus, Dionysus in his childhood turned into a bull and escaped. He was driven into the sea and survived under the protection of the sea goddess Thetis. Although he was not the young god of wine in the original history, and Lycurgus was not just the king of Thrace. But after being injured and entering the sea, he ran into this scene with Thetis and still could not escape the trajectory of fate. Just as Loen's thoughts were surging, his "lifesaver" bit his cherry lips and couldn't help but said coldly: "Have you seen enough?" Realizing that this gaze seemed a bit rude, Loen quickly retracted his gaze and stepped back a few steps, trying to show that he had no intention of offending. "Stop!"

However, when Thetis saw this, she immediately stopped the retreating figure, angry and anxious.

"Help me up!"

"Ah?"

Hearing this strange request, looking at the sea goddess lying motionless on the beach, Lorne was a little confused and asked subconsciously.

"What happened to you?"

"It's all your fault!"

Thetis complained angrily, saying that she had rescued him with good intentions, but was squeezed to exhaustion by a human-shaped juicer.

After listening to the victim's resentful narration, Lorne was ashamed.

Without thinking about it, he understood what was going on.

It was simply because he was too seriously injured and could not resist the will of death contained in the divine spear. The body's self-protection mechanism was stimulated, and he took Thetis who was approaching as a blood pack, forcibly plundering the ocean divinity in the other's body to gradually remove the remaining power in the body.

No wonder he felt refreshed after waking up. He was so seriously injured and could recover so quickly.

After a long time, this sea goddess was not only used as a meat cushion, but also made a blood bag for him for several days.

Seeing that a certain culprit was still standing there stupidly, Thetis became even more angry.

"Why don't you come quickly?"

Hearing the resentful call, Loen came back to his senses, smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly helped the sea goddess who was considered to be a favor to him up from the beach.

After several days and nights of oppression, Thetis was obviously tormented. Even if she was helped up, her whole body seemed to have no bones, and she collapsed on Loen's body limply, unable to even walk.

"How about I carry you?"

Seeing this, Loen took the initiative to speak up.

After the other party nodded sullenly, he carefully carried the sea goddess on his back, and according to the other party's instructions, brought her to the bedroom built on the island and placed her on the soft bed made of a large clam.

"Rest first. I'll set up some magic circles nearby to help you recover as soon as possible. If you need anything, call me anytime."

As he said that, Lorne left Thetis's bedroom, cut his finger, used the divine blood as ink, and devoted himself to drawing runes.

Looking at the busy figure outside the palace, the sea goddess lying in the clam shell finally let go of her guard as if relieved. Her tense body gradually relaxed, and her barely-raised spirit also sank into a deep sleep.

She was too tired after being tossed around for several days and nights.

You believe me so soon?

Seeing the defenseless sleeping beauty in the clam shell, Lorne shook his head with a smile and tears, patiently finished the last stroke of the magic circle, and activated it.

Suddenly, several interlaced light patterns rose from the ground, turning into a closed ring, completely protecting Thetis and her bedroom.

As the talisman flickered, the magic factors around it continued to converge towards the center.

After doing all this, Lorne clapped his hands with satisfaction, turned around and came to a deep pool, sank his mind into the ocean of consciousness, and began to carefully check his own situation.

It has to be said that with the nourishment of Thetis's blood pack, he recovered very well and his injuries were healed.

Moreover, the natal grapevine in the golden wheel has also grown further. The green and reddish vine has spread into the fifth space in the golden wheel. The ripe grapes on the branches are dripping with purple-red. The divine liquid gathered into a divine shadow holding a spear and with a violent and crazy aura.

——The fifth incarnation, warrior!

Lorne looked at the twelve-sided die that had five lit sides on the bronze altar. He couldn't help but open his eyes and clenched his fists excitedly.

Apparently, after he fought with Ares and completely killed the other's incarnation, he drank a lot of war blood and devoured the vine with the remaining power of the divine heart, successfully catalyzing the fifth generation for him. an incarnation.

It was his great-grandfather who was so generous. Not only did he go all the way to help him gather his fifth incarnation, but he also went out of his way to buy rare equipment after knowing that he didn't have any weapons at his disposal.

While joking, Lorne opened the magic array, took out the sealed divine spear, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

Legend has it that one of the three supreme gods of Rome, the military god Mars, once gave his son Romulus a "nation-building spear" made from branches of the world, and ordered him to build a city on the Seven Hills. Roman Empire.

According to the origins of Greek mythology and Roman mythology, if you guessed correctly, this is the [Nation-Building Gun] of the future.

What a good thing!

Lorne sighed and couldn't put it down, stroking the artifact that had caused him so much pain before.

However, as they came into contact with each other, blood-colored light patterns floated on the spears, and bursts of violent buzzing erupted, as if they wanted to break free and return to their old master.

Hey, want to run?

A certain inexperienced tauren god sneered disdainfully, and his fifth incarnation immediately gathered behind him.

Suddenly, the [Warrior] bathed in blood gave a loud shout and reached out to grab the struggling spear. The domineering and pure god of war crazily poured into the interior of this artifact, burning away the original marks and adding new ones. belonging.

After a while, the [National-Foundation Spear] that changed hands stopped restlessly, became completely obedient, and trembled docilely in Lorne's hands.

However, before a certain Minotaur God could be happy that he had succeeded again, a scarlet bloody light tore apart the clouds and fell on the island of Cyprus like a red comet.

Amidst the violent explosion, the burly and fierce figure crossed the burning flames, stepped out of the pit, and roared angrily.

"My war spear! Who? Who did it! I'm going to kill him!"

Well, the master of suffering is coming after him.

On the unnamed island, Lorne casually stuffed the war spear into the magic array, looked up at the island of Cyprus, and saw the scarlet blood light staining half of the sky, with a trace of evil intention in his eyes.

Just in time, I need your cooperation in the next play, great-grandfather...